0n>f FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY DWtsioa <V- g Section /(/S76 SONGS FROM THE PARSONAGE And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Co7ne. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely. SONGS FROM THE PARSONAG 4SP ' ^ ^FEB 9 1934 * y >\*>> FRANCIS BOTTOME N E W Y O R K D. r. RANDOLPH and COMPANY (incorporated) 182 Fifth Avi • Copyright, 1894, By Anson D. F. Randolph and Company (incorporated). Kntijetsttg Jhtss : John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U. S. A. DEDICA Tl This little book, echoes of a life that has td into fuller life, will, I hope, prove to the many friends to whom my husband wrote in the supreme moments of their joy and sorrow. I am sure many would have contributed to the 7'olume had they been called upon to do so; but from my own collection I gladly share my mournful joy. Ma r ga ret Bo t / < *mb . TABLE OF CONTENTS. PAGE rcH of Francis Bottoms 15 Make HaSTI TO PRAY 27 Love of Jesus, all Divine 30 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love .... 32 [nvocation 34 Jesus, i it Thy Presence ... 36 OF oiR Fathers, Thee we Praise . 3S . Meek and Lowly .... 40 O L >D, THOU Ocean Vast ... 42 1 his House of Prayer . . 44 in Jesus [6 Thou Exalted Son of God fi 50 We Pk USE Him ON THE Sea 1 1 Thou i and Glory . . . ; h y I) in \r . . . 57 Praise ye thi 59 DO! Hi wi n. PTHO l MCE in MERCY 6l r,;, x Table of Contents. PAGE Jesus Walks the Waves to Thee ... 68 The Kingdoms of the World are Thine 70 Thou who once in Jordan's Waters . . 72 The Day of God 74 From Strength to Strength 76 Thy Will be Done 78 Welcome, Gracious Saviour ..... 80 I Long for Rest 8^ The Comforter 85 Search me, O God 87 The Surrendered Powers 89 Easter 93 Hail the Blessed Easter Morning . . 95 Love's Easter 97 Easter Morning 99 In His Name 101 Thanksgiving .103 O Thou, our Father and our Friend . 105 Christmas 108 Bring Gifts no Peace 113 New Year 115 A Psalm of Praise 117 The Opening Year 119 My Soul looks forward to the Hills . 121 A Silver-Wedding Song 123 A Bridal Memory 127 Thfy Say I'm Thirty-five 130 Table of Contents. d Fading Flowers 135 1 >i mh is s«> Strange 138 M \kk Room, ye Angei Throng! .... 140 Fnn Watchmen from the Walls . . . 142 In Mamie's Memory 144 Heaven and Earth, how Wide Apart . 148 a Burning and a Shining Light ... 150 The Empty Rooms 1 52 Phi ur Embury [54 Rest Awhile 156 Leaves from in old Locust-tree . . . 159 The Banner OF THE King 164 FRANCIS BOTTOM E. France Bottome was born in Belper, ;land, May »6/ 1823. The changes in its and buildings which have taken place in the last fifty years, in such a town, are not is the change in the people, in their dress and manners and education. A beautiful miniature of his father and mother, in possession of his nephew, Mr. Henry Radford, gives evidence of the strength and culture of the stock from which he sprang. His mother was a silent, reserved woman; and a letter which he wrote to her in her old age is as respectful and courteous in tone as such letters were, early in the century. Chil- dren in those days honored and revered their parents. His father's lightest word A beautiful boy, of poetic tempera- ment and weakly physique, he shrank from the coarse sights and sounds of the town, — the carousing. I ear-baiting, and 1 1 6 Francis Bottome. groups of men who fought and drank on the village green. He came under the religious influence of his superintendent, the village doctor, who, when my father was a lad of fifteen, gathered in his own house a number of young people, to pray,for their neighbors and to set going influences for the better- ment of the place. It sounds incredible, but I had the story from my father's own lips, that this little group of pious people were refused the Holy Communion by the vicar of the parish church, because they met together for prayer without his per- mission. A reader of Tyerman's Life of Wesley will remember that in the early twenties this was the rule rather than the exception. So he was driven to worship with those who were leading godly, righteous, and sober lives, and he soon became prominent as a temperance reformer, writing temperance hymns, and speaking to the crowds col- lected on a Saturday, afternoon at the public houses. Francis Bottoms. 1 7 The following extract from the minute read before the Methodist Preachers' Meeting at its service memorial of my father, tells in brief the story of his life from that time of his early youth : — •• Winn eighteen years old, he heard a sermon preached in the Wesleyan Chapel by an Indian missionary, the Rev. John Sunday. The truth of the text, ' Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world,' was proclaimed with such simplicity and power as to produce a profound impression on his mind. He yielded to the awakening summons of the Spirit, and soon after, at a Wesleyan cottage prayer-in ing, found the peace and hope of a joyous con- fession. His zeal instantly flamed out in every direction. People began to. talk about him as of one certain to become a preacher. He felt in his soul what he himself characterized as the 'stirrings of a strange call which he could not and dared not interpret.' While sorely per- plexed as to what it all might mean, a Wesleyan preacher, W. T. Xels >n, called to him suddenly across the chapel, one e. <>me up here. Brother Frank. 1 Hardly knowing what he did or why he did it, but feeling he- must obey, he came to the I poured 1 8 Francis Bottome. forth the emotions of his startled yet trusting spirit. When at the close of the service Mr. Nelson said to him, ' It will be at your peril if you do not follow the call of God and preach,' the warning was emphasized by his own deepest convictions. " He put himself in training at the school of the Rev. Dr. Jackson, and forthwith took up the study of theology with great zest. Receiv- ing a local preacher's license, he was put upon the plan of the Belper circuit, under the super- intendence of the Rev. T. Rowell. "He deliberately broke away from the tradi- tions of his family. Moved by the influence of the great Indian missionary, he earnestly de- sired to preach the gospel to the American Indians, and leaving his native land, came to Guelph, Canada. He was soon assigned work on an immense circuit. Here he commended himself to all by his incessant energy and patient endurance of terrible hardships. At the end of one year his health was so broken he came to New York to again cross the sea that he might die on his native soil. On the day of his arrival he visited Bishop Janes, who be- came his dearest and intimate friend through all his ministry ; and it was he who said the last prayer, as the pure spirit of the loved Bishop passed into the ineffable light. Francis Bat tome. 19 * In a way singularly and impressively marked hv providential intervention, he was brought under the care of a skilful physician, who not only placed him on the road to recovery, but introduced him to the Rev. W. II. Xorris, pastor of Sands Street M. K. Church in Brook- lyn. He accepted the position of assistant proffered by Mr. Xorris. and rendered most valuable service. Part of the work assigned him was to take charge of the minister's class. Of that class one of the most devoted members was the daughter of a man conspicuous in the history of Brooklyn Methodism, William McDonald. Margaret McDonald was then arresting attention by her many gifts and loyal faith. . . . They were married in Sands Street Church by the Rev. Dr. Nathan Bangs. Sep- tember 17, 1850. . . . M During part of the year 1849, at the Si tion of Bishop Janes, he took work under the presiding elder at Rahway, X. J. In the spring of 1S50 he was admitted on trial in the Xew York rence, and sent to South- ampton, Long Island. His successive appoint- ments until 1870 were Saybrook. Meriden. N walk, Birmingham. Hempstead, Grand St (Williamsburgh), Seventh 5 I <>rk City . »rt. and Beekman Hill (Xew York 20 Francis Bottome. York Conference, and served the following churches : Yonkers, Seventh Avenue (New York City), Marlborough, Tarrytown, Tuckahoe, As- bury, Tremont, and Fordham. His ministry was accompanied by the most convincing demonstrations of God's favor. Thousands were led by him to their Saviour, and wherever he went the spiritually minded were refreshed by the draughts he brought them from the living fountains. " In 1873 Dickinson College conferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Divinity. 11 His love for his native land grew stronger with the increase of years. ' The older I get, ' he said, l the more I love the old country, and I often think I should love to finish my days in England.' How soon that yearning was to be satisfied ! On the 20th of June, 1894, he sailed from our shores, accompanied by his eldest son and his family. On the 27th he arrived at Southampton ; on the 28th he visited Exeter, where, listening to Evensong in the Cathedral, he found himself lifted to a peace and rest of soul, 'like Heaven,' he said. That evening he journeyed to Tavistock, where pre- cious memories of those he loved filled his mind and found expression in his last beautiful letters. Early on the 29th he walked to Brook Cottage, Francis Bottome. 2 1 on a public footway skirting the Tavey and shaded With overhanging elms, the beautiful home of Sir Edwin Arnold's sister, a dear friend of his eldest son. On his return to the Bedford Hotel he wrote to a beloved member of Ins family: * If I see no more of Old England, I have taken a morning's glory never to be forgotten.' M Presently the cherished friend of his youth, the Rev. Edwin Orme, came to meet him. They walked together to the old churchyard, and gave themselves up for an hour to the com- munings of tender reminiscence, and the holy mysteries of spiritual experience. 'Then,' - Mr. Orme, ' we started for my home in Calling- ton, Cornwall, as happy as any two men could be. . . . We jogged along, talking over the way the Lord had led us, when Dr. Bottome said, " But only think of all who await us ! They are near even now, and in a short time we shall see them ! " ' Just then the pony stumbled and fell to his knees. Mr. Orme\s attention was diver When he turned again, he saw that Dr. Bottome had fallen out of the pony-cart, having stood up as the pony stumbled, and being probably I come by a sudden attack of entirely unconscious, and in four hour . — u ■ In conscious salvation to sing of His grace Who lilted upon him the liyht of His face.' 22 Francis Bottome. " He was buried in the beautiful cemetery lately given by the Duke of Bedford to Tavis- tock. His body rests in English soil ; in Heaven his spirit awaits us. "It was only the other day that he left us, and it is no effort to recall the traits of one so well beloved. Slight in physique, dressed in strictly clerical garb, dignified in bearing, disciplined in mind, scholarly in taste, spiritual in speech and tone, courteous to every one, ' gentle and not fearful,' firm in his convictions, courageous in utterance, steadfast in the loyalties of friend- ship, clear in the vision of faith, he emphasized and enforced the truths of the gospel he so loved to preach by the charm of a life harmless and undefiled." Only those who in their thirst dip in the cup and drink of the living water from the well, remember and appreciate its grateful nourishment. The rest pass on, and await their time of need, and another supply. Many who read these Poems will recall the hour when they spoke peace and comfort to their souls. They were gifts, my father's way of giving joy. I know of those who Francis Bottome. 23 have treasured his verses written for their wedding-day, as if they hatl been a benedic- tion. Others, when they were sad and would not be comforted, have re-read in after ye .:■ - which brought a ray of hope to their gloom. There is an Eastern legend of a rich prince who dressed himself in mean attire, and going to the bazaar opened his box and spread out on the table costliest gems, shouting to the crowd that he would give them to any who would receive them. But no one came forward. Xo one believed they were real. It sometimes happens that a modest, simple, reserved character is so treated in the market-place ; but it finds those who prize its gifts and love the giver in hours of personal communion. My father's I hours, hours when the light was on his face. nt at his desk writing to those he loved ; and to his children, when far v, his letters invariably brought his spirit, — tl so full of 1 nder, so e, so heavy with sympathy. And how 24 Francis Bottome. many have shared this generosity ! Letters are gone out of fashion. Some of them are type-written, and have only a friend's hur- ried signature. But in the old-fashioned round style of handwriting, — every "i" dotted, every " t " crossed, — all my father's letters proved that he gave his time and skill to this labor of love. So it happened, be- cause of this life-long habit of giving his best thoughts to those he loved, that in his last hours he wrote letters which those who re- ceived them will always prize, and, dying? leave as a rich legacy unto their issue. It is our wish that when this little book, containing a few verses, the outcome of love, falls into the hands of old friends, they may catch his smile, and pass on, joyful in the recollection ! 11 For there are faces in the hurrying throng Which bless, and leave us grateful for their smile." W. M. B, October, 1894. POEM S. MAKE HASTE TO PRAY. RISE, my soul, and sing To God, thy Saviour King, Thine early lay ; Rise on the wing of prayer, Thy waking thoughts to bear, And so with grace prepare The opening day. While yet the purple light Fringes the robe of night, Haste to His throne ; Before corroding thought Her baneful work has wrought, With earnest purpose fraught, Seek Him alone. 28 Make Haste to Pray. As He, the Son of Man, His daily work began, So let my feet Some Hermon's dewy sides, Where solitude abides, And God alone resides, Make swift retreat. Wait on the Lord thy God, Lean on His staff and rod; And on thy head Shall more abundant grace, From His uplifted face, Like morning's purest rays Be richly shed. Prepare the altar fire With freshest, pure desire, An incense sweet ; Bring with thee words and plead, And He will surely heed, And answer all thy need In blessings meet. Make Haste to Pray. Wait early on the Lord, Wait on I lis holy word, At break of day ; Lo, God is waiting there, Waiting His love to share, Waiting to hear thy prayer, — Make haste to pray. LOVE OF JESUS, ALL DIVINE. OVE of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine, Ceaseless struggling after life, Weary with the endless strife. Saviour, Jesus, lend Thine aid, Lift Thou up my fainting head ; Lead me to my long-sought rest, Pillowed on Thy loving breast. Thou alone my trust shalt be, Thou alone canst comfort me; Only, Jesus, let Thy grace Be my shield and hiding-place: * Oj JeSUS } all Drcuic. 31 Let me know Thy saving power In temptation's fiercest hour; Then, my Saviour, at Thy side Let me evermore abide. Thou hast wrought this fond desire, Kindled here this sacred fire, Weaned my heart from all below, Thee, and Thee alone to know; Thou who hast inspired the cry, Thou alone canst satisfy; Love of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine. OH, SING OF HIS MIGHTY LOVE. H, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free ! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me ! O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in His hand. Oh, sing of His mighty love, sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, — mighty to save! Oh, bliss of the purified ! Jesus is mine, No longer in dread condemnation I pine; Ob, Sing of His Mighty Loic. In conscious salvation I sing of His ICC Who lifteth upon me the light of His face ! Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure ! Xo wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure; Xo sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest, — tears but may dry them on Jesus' own breast. O Jesus the Crucified! Thee will I sing! My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King! My soul filled with rapture shall shout o'er the grave, 1 triumph in death in the Mighty to save. INVOCATION. UTHOR and object of our faith, The sacred gift impart ; And whatsoe'er the Scripture saith, Engrave it on the heart. Remove from every soul, and mine, The heavy veil of sin; And by the power of grace divine Let there be light within. Let there be light, that we may see The vision waiting long; And all Thy promises shall be The joy of every song. Invocation. Come as an all-consuming fire, tne as the rushing wind; Till, purged from every base desire, Sin leaves no trace behind. Come as reviving breath of spring, Come as the gentle showers; And to our yielding spirits bring Young life's redundant powers. Spirit of Faith! come down and bless Thy waiting saints to-day; And on Thy chosen witnesses Thy mighty love display. Spirit of Faith! our faith command, And that shall honor Thee; And all the gifts in Thy right hand Shall our possession be. BLESSED JESUS, LET THY PRESENCE. 1 LESSED Jesus! let Thy pres- ence Like a cloud of incense fall; Where Thy servants meet to praise Thee Let Thy blessing crown us all ; Come and bless us, While upon Thy name we call. Here in life's young manhood gathered, Offering all our lives to Thee, Who for us, in early manhood, Gave Thy life upon the tree, Let our offering By Thy love accepted be. 1 At a Y. M. C. A. reunion. Blessed Jesus, let Tby Presence* 37 With Thy yearning pity, Jesus! With Thy love for human kind, Nerve our earnest hearts for labor, Gird US with Thy patient mind; Never tiring In the work we daily find. Then at last, when, life declining, As the shades of night appear, On Thy loving breast reclining, Find we rest from labor there; And Thy blessing- Be our bliss in heaven to share. GOD OF OUR FATHERS, THEE WE PRAISE. 1 |*OD of our fathers, Thee we praise, For all Thy mercies' store; And here our Ebenezer raise, And gratefully adore. The long, long line of witnesses, Through sixty summers gone, With joyful heart and tongue confess The wonders Thou hast done. Here at the altar where we kneel They found Thy saving grace ; And still to us Thou dost reveal The shining of Thy face. 1 Willet Street M. E. Church reunion, 1886. I of out FatbetSy Tbee we Praise Our fathers' God their children own Forevermore the same; And still to coming days make known The glories of His name. The ensign lifted up of yore, Above our temple wave; And still our song forevermore Be Jesus' power to save. GENTLE JESUS, MEEK AND LOWLY. ENTLE Jesus ! meek and lowly, Once a child in humble state, Hear us as we bow before Thee, Now upon Thy throne so great. Gentle Jesus ! Let Thy meekness on us wait. Gentle Shepherd ! kind and tender, Come within our fold and rest; Lo ! Thy people gladly render Unto Thee their first and best: Gentle Shepherd! Let Thy presence make us blest. tie Jesus, Meek and Lowly. 41 Gentle Saviour! pure and holy, To this earthly dwelling conic; .1 covering spread Thy glory O'er us like a circling dome; Gentle Saviour! Conic to this our Sabbath home. Gentle Master! take our service, Thou who COUntest deeds by love; Thine the goodness, Thine the merit, Ours the bliss the joy to prove: Gentle Master! Seal our offering with Thy love. O LOVE OF GOD, THOU OCEAN VAST. LOVE of God, thou ocean vast, Unfathomed, unconfirmed, and free, Unchanging through the ages past, The same through endless years to be! We wait upon the boundless strand Till all our souls thy waves o'erflow, And eager stretch our human hand, Love's all resistless power to know. Unmerited thy fulness lies, The gift unspeakable and free; Its source the only sacrifice, — The open wounds of Calvary. Loir of God, thou Ocean Vast. 43 By faith we plunge beneath the Hood, And wash our guilty stains away; By faith we hide ourselves in God, And rise in Him to endless day. Oh, let thy mighty billows roll In ceaseless, unexhausted grace, Till reaching every sinful soul It lifts to heaven a fallen race. ENTER, LORD, THIS HOUSE OF PRAYER. THOU whose temple all the space Of boundless infinite confines, We thank Thee for the matchless grace That still to human love inclines. While angel and archangel praise Thy glorious name in highest heaven, Thou dost not spurn the feebler lays From lips of sinful mortals given. The gold and frankincense and myrrh, And rich men's gifts of after years, Compared not with the love of her Who washed the Saviour's feet with tears. ter, Lord, this House of Prayer. 45 So loss may gilded fanes bespeak 1" • gathering throngs Thy dwelling- place, Than where Thy fervent people seek, In humbler shrines, Thy saerecl face. But whether high or lowly roof, Or cedar wall, or meaner fir, Thou wilt not, heedless, stand aloof From any humble worshipper. Then enter, Lord, this house of prayer Which human hands have raised foi Thee; Oh, let Thy love Thy people share, And here Thy grace, and glory see. ONE IN JESUS. OLY Dove! Thy wings expand ing Bend in mercy o'er us now; All our hearts Thy love commanding, Lo, before Thy throne we bow : One in Jesus, Let us only Jesus know. Holy Ghost, Thy comfort bringing, Come to all with healing balm, As on Galilee the Master Hushed the tempest into calm. One in Jesus, Every hand should bear a palm. Otic in Jesus. 47 Holy Spirit, fount of goodness, Let the purifying fire Kindle now our warm affections Till to Thee the flame aspire: One in Jesus Shall be every soul's desire. This our only bond of union, This our shibboleth of peace, At the cross in sweet communion Seek we only love's increase. One in Jesus, He, the Lord, our righteousness! O THOU EXALTED SON OF GOD. THOU exalted Son of God, High seated on the Father's throne! The gifts, the purchase of Thy blood, To us, Thy waiting saints, make known. Come, Holy Ghost, all sacred fire! Come, fill Thy earthly temples now: Emptied of every base desire, Reign Thou within, and only Thou. Thy sovereign right, Thy gracious claim, To every thought and every power, — Our lives, to glorify Thy name, We yield in this accepted hour. Thou Exalted Son of God. 49 Fill every chamber of the soul; Fill all our thoughts, our passions fill; Till under Thy supreme control Submissive rests our cheerful will. T is done! Thou dost this moment come : My longing soul is all Thine own; My heart is Thy abiding home; Henceforth I live for Thee alone. The altar sanctifies the gift; The blood insures the boon divine: My outstretched hands to heaven I lift. And claim the Father's promise mine. rise, exulting rise, my soul! Triumphant sing the Saviour's praise ; His name through earth and skies extol, With all thy powers, through all thy daj 4 SWEET REST. H, ye that are weary and laden of soul, Come, come to the fountain that maketh you whole. There 's peace in believing, there 's rest in His name, There 's healing for all in the blood of the Lamb. Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest; In the bosom of Jesus there only is rest. Oh, cease from your anguish, ye toilers for life, For vain is your labor and fruitless your strife : Sweet Rest. 51 \ ;ii they bring you, no joy to your heart; None, none but the Saviour can resting impart. Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest; In the bosom of Jesus there only is rest Then come to the Saviour, ye weary and worn ; Your burdens and sorrows for you He hath borne. No anguish that pierceth but pierced Him before, Xo thorn is so sharp as the crown which He wore. Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest; In the bosom of Jesus there only is rest. R »t, rest, blessed Jesus! oh, sweet rest at 1 Like calm on the ocean when tempest is p 52 Sweet Rest. The morning light breaketh in joy from above, And illumines my soul with His rain- bow of love. Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest ; In the bosom of Jesus there only is rest. WE PRAISE HIM ON THE SEA. NE song of praise, one voice of prayer, To Thee, O God, be given Who reigneth over earth and sea, And in the highest heaven. To-day the thousands on the land Before Thee bend the knee, And we Thy holy name revere Upon the mighty sea. Thy love, so like the wat< Unmeasured, unconfmed, Surrounds, upholds, and bears us all Through calm or stormy wind. 54 We Praise Him on the Sea. Before this wondrous page of Thine How small our thoughts appear, Where every impress is divine, Proclaiming God is near. Here then we bow, and bless Thy name, Our God, our Father, One ; Our only creed, our only hope, The merits of Thy Son. And so as well on ocean paths As on the land we sing, With holy psalm and sounding voice, The praises of our King. O THOU GOD OF GRACE AND GLORY. THOU God of grace and glory, Robed in everlasting light, Lo! the seraphs bowed before Thee Veil their faces in Thy sight; How shall sinners Hope to worship Thee aright? Dust and ashes, shame and sorrow, Well become our sinful stafc [light darkness cannot cover, 1, our sin is great ! Hut Thy mercy ! — Thy mercy, Lord, we wait. 56 O Thou God of Grace and Glory. Lo! beside Thee, ever pleading, Stands the Man of Sorrows there! There for sinners interceding, See! His hands a ransom bear; By that ransom We Thy holy presence dare ! Yea, Thou bid'st me come with bold- ness While the rainbow spans the throne. All is mercy now and goodness; In the ever blessed Son All is mercy, God in Christ and Love are one! PRISONER, IN THY DUNGEON DREAR. RISONER, in thy dungeon drear, Sweetly, calmly, take thy rest ; Lo ! thy great Protector near, Who thy slumber can molest ? Clanking chains and bolting door, Vaulted cell and solid walls, Are but shadows on the floor Where the light of heaven falls. I may join their han Princes proud their wrath declare, Hut i ^federate bands :i withstand the breath of prayer. $8 Prisoner, in thy Dungeon Drear. All night long, and through the day, Breathing in the ear Divine, Meet in Mary's house to pray Friends of Jesus and of thine! Sleeper, lo! thy light has come; Lo, the Angel of the Lord ! Hie thee to thy quiet home, Back to freedom and his word. Vain the guardsman at thy side, Vain the prison walls to thee, Vain the keeper's watch and ward; Who can hold whom God sets free ? PRAISE YE THE LORD! YE SERAPHS, PRAISE! RAISE ye the Lord! Ye seraphs, praise ! Ye Cherubim, with veiled face Prostrate his august throne before, Praise ye the Lord, — praise, and adore ! Praise Him, ye angels, praise the Lord ! Ye swift-winged heralds of his word, Through all creation wide declare, Through earth and sky His prais bear ! Praise ye the Lord, ye saints in light! ashed throngs in robes i i white, Your victor palms in triumph rai And fill the heavens with loudest prais 60 Praise ye the Lord! Praise ye the Lord, ye saints below ! From every lip His praises flow; Let heart and tongue and voices raise Through all the world one song of praise! Let bird and beast and creeping thing, And all that breathe, in praises sing; Let earth with her ten thousand tongues Praise Him, to whom all praise belongs ! Praise ye the Lord, wind, sea, and air! All elements, His praise declare! All instruments in one accord, Praise ye the Lord! Praise ye the Lord! LORD OF HEAVEN, WHO ONCK IN MERCY. 1 ORD of heaven, who once in mercy Didst on earth as man abide, Drawing close, by deeds of kindness. Wandering sinners to Thy side ; Let Thy goodness On our gathering now abide. By Thy blest example teach us Self and sin to crucify; Earnest workers in the vineyard, Where the fields all open lie, Let us follow In Thy path, to do and die. 1 v. M. C. A [| 62 Lord of Heaven, who once in Mercy. Arm us with Thy tender spirit ; Arm us with Thy loving zeal. We would all Thy love inherit ; We would all Thy pity feel, — All embracing, Sweeping to the gates of hell. Seal, O Jesus! seal our mission, Send us forth with life divine ; This the seal of our commission, — Souls redeemed, forever Thine. Let Thy blessing Like a halo round us shine. LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS. x /^-sS 1 GOD, m > r God • f° r Thee I pine, ^4^ ^ 01 Thee my thirsty soul is ^^^ i faint; When wilt Thou cause Thy face to shine, And heal at once my sad complaint ? Bowed down with sin and shame I moan, Burdened with consciousness of guilt ; I loathe myself, — a wretch undone! — Yet Thou canst save me if Thou wilt. See where I lie in ashes low; can I rise till Thou appear: I must be free, but cannot Till Thou pronounce my pardon clear. 64 Light out of Darkness. I do not, would not, hide from Thee ! Thy searching glance has laid me bare ; And yet for that I cannot flee, But still for this I make my prayer. Oh, bitter sweet! this cup I drink Brings blessed healing while it kills, And, strangely rising while I sink, My soul with heavenly rapture thrills. Low down where sin and judgment meet, I meet the ransom of my soul; While flowing from the mercy-seat The cleansing waters make me whole. Abounding Grace! Oh, can it be That God and I are reconciled ; That grace hath set my spirit free, And I, the ransomed, made His child? fM out of Darknet 65 God, my Father, hold me fast, Nor let me from Thy grace remove; By day, by night, from first to last, Hold me in Thine eternal love. CONSECRATION. pEE, Lord, before Thine altar bowed Prostrate my humbled soul, Till from above the mercy cloud Thy voice shall speak me whole. Oh for descending fire, Oh for the hallowing flame ! Come, Holy Ghost, my heart's desire; I plead in Jesus' name. A willing sacrifice at last Myself to Thee I give; The weary, painful strife is past: I die that I may live. I yield Thee all my hallowed powers, Thine only will I be; Contented if I may but know Thou giv'st Thyself to me. Consecration* 67 Poor, sinful, vile, my offering lies, Yet is it all my store ; Nor wilt Thou, Lord, the gift despise, spurn the contrite poor. Vet not for these, but for Thy Son, That better sacrifice! 1 to my longing soul send down An answer from the skies ! Be hushed, my soul! a breath from I leaven. Soft as the gentle breeze: u Thy prayer is heard, thy suit is given, And Jesus whispers peace. ' Oh, purifying fire, Oh, sanctifying flame, Oh, Holy Ghost, my soul's desire, v mine through Jesus' name' JESUS WALKS THE WAVES TO THEE. SUFFERER, tossed in mental anguish, Buffeted on life's dark sea, Oh, do not despairing languish ! Jesus walks the waves to thee. Toil in rowing through the midnight, Ply thy stroke with firmer hand; Not the billows' dread commotion Can His word of peace withstand. Through the darkness thick with terror, Let not fear distress thee sore; What though evil spirits crowd thee, Christ is nearer evermore. US Walks tbe IWrccs to Thcc. 69 Still afraid and wonder-stricken, 1) > thine eyes to fear incline? Nay, what image wouldst thou liken To that human form divine? Seems it strange that stormy billow At His presence should subside, Stranger than that at His bidding Loaves and fishes multiplied? May, for shame, poor trembling weak- nes He is nearer than thy fears; Stronger than thy doubts 1 1 is meekness, Only thy distress lie hears. Sufferer, tossed in mental anguish, Buffeted on life's dark sea, Oh, do not despairing languish! \ the waves to thee. THE KINGDOMS OF THE WORLD ARE THINE. HE kingdoms of the world are Thine, The forces of the sea; And all the multitudes of men Belong, O Lord ! to Thee. Thy sovereign right far as the day Or night enwraps the earth, Wherever human heart can pray Or human life has birth. Thy regal claim the world shall own, And every tongue confess That Jesus is the Lord alone, The King of righteousness. dams oj tbe World arc Thine, 71 Not long, O groaning earth, not long Ere 1 [e returns again, With all His Father's mighty throng In majesty to reign. Till then let every bounding heart With ready sandalled feet Be swift as on the wings of love Its coming Lord to meet. THOU WHO ONCE IN JOR- DAN'S WATERS. 1 ^HOU who once in Jordan's waters Didst Thyself Thy mission seal, Grant to these, Thy sons and daugh- ters, Thy blest presence to reveal. These, Thy tender love possessing, Turning from the paths of sin, Thee, their Lord and God, confessing, Wait till Thou shalt make them clean. Following where Thy footsteps lead, them, Plunging in the watery grave, By Thy resurrection glory Let them know Thy power to save. 1 At a Baptism. Tbou who once in Jordan's ll f atcrs< 73 Let them rise to holy living, Put on Christ, their life divine, And henceforth, in glad thanksgiving, In Thy glorious image shine. And on all Thy people waiting Semi the Spirit from above; Every heart anew creating In the fervor of Thy love. While with one accord and spirit mes before Thee one desire, — Of thy tender mercy hear it! Lord, baptize with holy fire. THE DAY OF GOD. ILL it come, the day of God, When the curse shall be re- moved ? Will it bring the vengeful rod, Or the voice of the Beloved ? Sure as the eternal throne Stands the promise of His word: He shall make His glory known; All mankind shall hail Him Lord. What doth hinder? — hate of hell, Strife of men, and greed of lust; But more wonderful to tell, Waits the Patience of the Just! i The Day of Co J. 75 God's long suffering standeth still, Mercy pleading with the foe! But who shall resist I lis will When He lets His fur)' go? Burning like a furnace flame, Fed by wrath that cannot spare, See the glory of His name Rising, spreading everywhere. Oh, before that awful day Let our dark rebellion cease; Let us meet Him in the way, And His coming shall be peace. FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH. ROM strength to strength," He leadeth me, The manna falleth day by day ; On angel's food He feedeth me, And guideth in the perfect way. "From strength to strength," I follow on, Not knowing what the day may bring ; Content to say "Thy will be done," I lift my cheerful voice and sing. "From strength to strength," what visions rise Of all the Father's boundless love! At every turn a new surprise Awaits me from my home above ! m Strength to Strength, 77 "From strength to strength/ 1 what might is mine, In every conflict, every fear; Clothed in the panoply divine, ( >'er all my foes I triumph here. "From strength to strength," till life is p "From strength to strength" in heaven above; "From strength to strength" the first and last, Till glory crowns a life of love. THY WILL BE DONE. 1 H Y will be done, O Lord divine ! Thy will alone, and never mine, So shall my will be lost in Thine, Thy will be done. I may not understand my prayer, What it may cost the flesh to bear, What love may seek, or faith may dare : Thy will be done. Thy loving wisdom may conceal The secret purpose of Thy will ; But satisfied, I answer still, Thy will be done. 1 " September 5, 1890, — anniversary of my leav- ing Hayes in 184S." ; Thy 11 'ill be Done. ly ask Thyself to know, And then obediently I go Through fire, or floods that overflow: Thy will be done. In life or death I ask no more But to obey Thee, and adore, And sing with angels evermore, Thy will be done. WELCOME, GRACIOUS SAVIOUR. 1 ELCOME, welcome, gracious Saviour, * Welcome to our dwelling-place ! Here, if we have found Thy favor, Let the smilings of Thy face Rest upon us, As a cloud of glorious grace. Come as when to Martha's dwelling Thou didst seek a calm retreat, As when Mary, softly stealing, Sat in meekness at Thy feet : So in mercy, Bless us as we sit at meat. 1 At a consecration. Welcome >///•. 81 And when round our altar bending Morn and eve Thy praise shall rise, — Young and old their homage blending, Wafting incense to the skies, — Let Thy pleading Mingle with their sacrifice. And whene'er in life's employments Busy cares demand our thought, Then, as when in full enjoyments, Let our toil with Thee be fraught ; Let Thy blessing Ever rest upon our lot. . when friendly feet or stranger Seek awhile a p] ice of 1 and free from da' May their tarrying, Lord, be blest With Thy pi As our fixed abiding Gi; 6 8 2 Welcome, Gracious Saviour. Welcome, welcome, gracious Saviour, Welcome to our dwelling-place! Here, if we have found Thy favor, Let the smilings of Thy face Rest upon us, As a cloud of glorious grace. I LONG FOR REST. LONG for rest, for rest of soul, For something more than self- control; For something more than pride has sought In creed, or settlement of thought; For something more than art can teach, Or hand of cultured science reach: I long fur rest; but find no goal Whereby to rest my wear)' SOUL [ long 1 yet not from strife With sin or weariness of life. My longing is a thirst that sprinj 1 m tasting of diviner thin. 84 / Long for Rest. It is as though some absent friend Should some endearing token send, Which sets me all aglow to see, And bring him face to face with me. It is as when the moistened clay Upon the long-sealed eyelids lay; And to the opening vision light Brought sudden consciousness of sight, And men as trees went walking by. Trembling, I see the light; but cry, " Yet touch mine eyes again, I pray, * And bring me into perfect day! " I must have rest ! but rest must be, Christ, in knowing only Thee! Not heaven itself can satisfy, Nor yet Thy grace my want supply. Love seeks no gift that does not bring The giver with the meaner thing; 1 long for Thee, nor will I rest Until I lean upon Thy breast. THE COMFORTER. ? spread the tidings round, wherever man is found, Wherever human hearts and human woes abound; Let ever\' Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound : The Comforter has come ! The Comforter has come, The Comforter has come ! The Holy Ghost from heaven, The Father's promise given. The long, long night is past ; the morn- ing breaks at last ; And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast, As o'er the golden hills the day advances fa The Comforter has come ! 86 The Comforter. Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings, To every captive soul a full deliverance brings ; And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings : The Comforter has come ! Oh, boundless Love divine! how shall this tongue of mine To wondering mortals tell the matchless grace divine, — That I, a child of sin, should in His image shine ! The Comforter has come ! Sing, till the echoes fly above the vaulted sky, And all the saints above to all below reply, In strains of endless love, the song that ne'er shall die : The Comforter has come ! SEARCH ME, O GOD. EARCH me, O God ! my actions try, And let my life appear; As seen by Thine all-searching eye, To mine my ways make clear. Search all my sense, and know my heart, Who only canst make known, And let the deep, the hidden part To me be fully shown. Throw light into the darkened cells Where inbred passion reign Quicken the conscience till it feels The filth of sin's remains. 88 Search me, O God. Search all my thoughts, the secret springs, The motives that control, The chambers where polluted things Hold empire o'er the soul. Search, till Thy fiery glance has cast Its holy light through all ; And I by grace am brought at last Before Thy face to fall. Thus prostrate, I shall learn of Thee What now I feebly prove, How God in Christ alone can be Unutterable love ! THE SURRENDERED POWERS. FlOME, enter, Lord, and take Thy rest, Thou and Thy ark of strength ; And make the temple of my breast Thy dwelling-place at length. My life, my goods, myself I yield A cheerful sacrifice; Xo fond desire that lay concealed But on Thine altar dies. I will be Thine with all my powers, — My memory, mind, and will; And all my consecrated hours Thy ble ice fill. 90 m The Surrendered Powers. I know how poor and worthless all, How weak the hand I lift ; But where the sprinkling blood shall fall, It sanctifies the gift. 'T is done ! but wilt Thou condescend To make my heart Thy home, Call me, a sinful worm, Thy friend? O Jesus, quickly come ! SPECIAL SEASONS AND OCCASIONS. EASTER. ISE and sing, O Christians, sing! Christ is risen from the dead : Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Where, O Grave, is now thy dread? Christ is risen ; Christ is our triumphant head ! Rise and sing, O mourner, rise! Christ is risen ; rise and sing ! Dry the tears from weeping eyes, — Every lip its tribute bring: Christ is risen ; Christ is our triumphant King! 94 Easter. Rise and sing, O penitent ! Hear the glad absolving word ; See ! the prison doors are rent, Peace to guilty souls restored : Christ is risen ; Christ is our triumphant Lord ! Rise and sing, till earth and heaven Blend in one grand Easter psalm : Unto us a Son is given, Unto Him the Conqueror's palm ! Christ is risen ; Christ is our eternal psalm. HAIL THE BLESSED EASTER MORNING. AIL the blessed Easter morn- ing! Hail the resurrection day! Let the cavern ring with anthems Where the blessed Saviour lay. Shout His praises, saints in glory; Saints below, His praises sing! Men and angels, bow before Him, Christ, the everlasting King ! Hail the long-expected triumph ! Hail the victory o'er the grave ! Let the travail-bound creation y His might)' power to save. I the Stone, the seal, the warden, Q the hate of earth and hell; I of Life ! His foes beneath Him His triumphal chorus swell. 96 Hail the Blessed Easter Morning. Hail thee, Master ! let our praises Be for plaited garland rare ; Let our best accepted tribute Be the voice of humble prayer; And upon our waiting spirits All thy new-raised glory shine. Filling now these earthly temples, Make our Easter all divine. LOVE'S EASTER. OVE has an Easter all her own ; And on the margin of the tomb, Where Death his fatal work has done, Puts on her brow perpetual bloom. Love conquers most when all is loss, Compelling victory from defeat; The shame, the agony, the cross, Are throne-steps for the victor's feet. Love sheds her tears that joys may flow, Holds closer bonds when friends depart ; Wards from her own the treacherous blow, And hides them in her constant heart. 7 98 Love's Easter. Love smiles at wrong, though that may kill; The strength of suffering is her boast ; Supreme, she holds her sovereign will By yielding to the uttermost. Love has an Easter all her own ; And o'er the grave where darkness lay, Triumphant lifts her august throne, Resplendent in eternal day. EASTER MORNING. [SE, my soul ! 't is Easter morn- ing! Winter melting into spring! Lo, the heaven and earth adorning Shines the glory of our King! Christ is risen ! Let the world His triumph sing. All creation wakes to gladnes Grateful odors fill the air, Songs of praise dispelling e upon the breath of pra; Chi the bur ioo Easter Morning. Saints your floral tribute bringing, Early at the altar bow, While the joyous bells are ringing, Lo, the grave is vacant now, Christ is risen ! Put the crown upon His brow. Crown Him, crown Him, King of glory ! Seated on the Father's throne ! First in all redemption's story, Men and angels make it known, Christ is risen ! God and man in Christ made one. IX HIS NAME. 1 S in His name we meet to-day And in His name we part, We tarry at His feet, to say God keep us one in heart. For He who bids His servants go Appoints to each his place ; Xor can we doubt or darkness know Beneath His smiling face. So that the word of life is free, YYe gladly yield our own : Our only wish and boast to be That we may make it known. 1 At a Kiug's Daughters' meeting. 102 In His Name. Obedient answer to His will Knows neither East nor West ; So but His counsels we fulfil, Or here or there is best. Then let us rise and bless the Lord, And face whate'er may come ; It cannot be a doubtful word That brings us safely home. THANKSGIVING. RAISE from the laughing vales arise, Praise from the fruitful hills, Praise from the tops that kiss the skies ! His praise creation fills. The seasons bless His holy name, His goodness crowns the year; Let every living thing proclaim His praises everywhere. Hut most of all, great God ! to Thee Let human praises rise, The incense of the bended knee, The grateful sacrifice. 104 Thanksgiving. More than Thy gifts to man Thou art, More than his daily bread ; And more to Thee the human heart Than all Thy hands have made. Then praise to Thee, Thou God of love, From every human tongue, Till all the sounding courts above Are filled with human song, THOU, OUR FATHER AND OUR FRIEND. TI [( )U, our Father and our Friend ! Our grateful thanks to Thee we bring ; Thy name, on whom our souls depend, With cheerful voice we loudly sing. We praise the Lord for all our good, r all the blessings of Thy friends beloved, for home and foo I, health renewed and length of Thy hand hath blest the - toil, I idled our garners rich with grain ; le kindly fruitful »il, Till hill and vail iin« 106 O Thou, our Father and our Friend. The merchant smiling speeds his way, And spreads our flag on every shore ; While all the ocean owns its sway, And every nation feels its power. And freighted rich, from every land Our vessels come, with plenty stored; As if in tribute to the hand That fights for freedom and for God. Oh that no voice of fettered slaves Might rise to mock that boastful strain ! Oh that where'er our banner waves It bore no self-polluting stain ! But gently, Father, gently deal, And spare us for the righteous' sake ; Perchance thy gospel yet may heal, And Pharaoh's arm let go — or break ! () Tbou, our Father and our Friend. 107 But still, our Father, thou art good! 1 Thee we praise for all Thy grace, friends beloved, for home and food, For health renewed, and length of days. CHRISTMAS. HRIST is come, is come to earth ! Low the manger, mean His birth ; Son of David, royal seed, None of David's children heed : Only shepherds wondering gaze, Only strangers seek His face. Yet He comes of heaven adored, Hosts of angels chant Him Lord ! Heaven's high arches swell the strain, "Jesus comes on earth to reign: Wake ye, mortals, wake and see Love's divinest mystery ! " i istmas, 109 v, the wondrous star Guiding earnest feet afar, Shining clear, with cold, pale beams, O'er the humble stable gleam Only wise men see its light Struggling through the murk}' night. Gay and worldly sec no sign In the infant face divine; Child of way-bound traveller there, Why should gay and courtly care? Vet the wise men bend the knee, In the babe Messiah see. Haughty soul and lofty brow not at the manger b ntient pi not wait lis the morn 1] hails th ur born. no Christmas. So He cometh, ever comes, To our hearts and to our homes; Unobserved of pomp and pride, To the contrite sinner's side ; Smiles on those who eager seek, Makes His advent to the meek. BRING GIFTS. AVIOUR! now in highest glory, Seated on Thy Father's throne, Help us as we sing the story, And Thy wondrous grace make known, When in meekness Thou didst come from glory down. Holy Spirit ! give Thy blessing, Sh<>w us all the Saviour's love, love professing, Yet descended from above, Veiled in weakn rength we all might prove. ii2 Bring Gifts. Father, breathe Thy benediction, Let us see Thee in Thy Son ; Let us know Thy great salvation, God and man in Christ made one. With the Father, See the glorious work begun ! Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, One in purpose, as in name ; Only one in grace and merit, To-day, as yesterday, the same : All the Godhead Meeting in the blessed Lamb ! Bending lowly by the manger, We would bring Thee gifts to-day; Gladly hail the infant stranger, At His feet our homage lay. Blessed Jesus ! Take our hearts, we humbly pray. PEACE. ARK! what mellow notes on high! Peace, peace on earth! Angels singing in the sky, ioe, peace on earth ! bed the sound and din of war, •r our darkness, lo ! the star Shedding brightness from afar. Peace, peace on earth ! and man are reconciled, .ce, peace on earth ! Through the holy child, P rth ! Let us o'er the world proclaim music in I lis name ; ame, rth ! 8 ii4 Peace. Healing balm for all our woes, Peace, peace on earth ! Weary wanderer's sweet repose, Peace, peace on earth ! Soothing for the troubled breast ; Oh, ye burdened and opprest, Jesus comes to give you rest. Peace, peace on earth ! Comes on earth to show us heaven, Peace, peace on earth ! All our sins may be forgiven, Peace, peace on earth! The lion and the lamb lie down, Every angry passion gone ; Jesus comes to claim His own, Peace, peace on earth ! NEW YEAR. YEAR of hope o daj grace, I hail thy happy dawning; I look into thy smiling face, And bless the New Year's morning. The night has passed, the dreary night, The crucifixion ended ; I bathe in resurrection light, And rise with Christ ascended I lay aside the rugged cross, The badge of shame and SOITOW, And take the anchor for my ( Th( n6 New Year. Hope pierces through the mist and clouds, And leads where reason fails us ; And o'er the tomb that doubt enshrouds, Her conquering vision hails us ! Then let her hand our footsteps guide, Her radiant smile beam o'er us ; With strength of heart no foot can slide, And such a face before us ! Thus, while the harmless billows roll, And tempest wild is screaming, Nothing shall shake my steadfast soul, On Hope's strong anchor leaning. year of hope, O day of grace, I hail thy happy dawning ; 1 look into thy smiling face, And bless the New Year's morning. A PSALM OF PRAISE. II Y praise, O God, the new-born year On every opening page shall bear, And every day our song shall be A joyful anthem, Lord, to Thee. We know not what may lie before, Hut simply trusting evermore, We take Thy hand, outstretched to save, And meet the storm or walk the wave. hould dismay our - >ul >ud, We'll call to mind the movn And bending low beneath the bla still, until the storm is past n8 A Psalm of Praise. To-day as yesterday the same, The rolling years Thy truth proclaim ; Nor can there be to-morrow's need, But Thou wilt give to-morrow's bread. Be Thine to choose, and ours to say Amen, with each returning day; So joyful shall we daily raise Our Ebenezers to Thy praise. THE OPENING YEAR, I IKK fust and last, my God, my King, The opening year Thy praise shall sing ; And while I tune my harp again, My soul repeats her glad Amen. I know not what may lie before, I only see an open door; I only feel a guiding hand As duty answers love's command. than open sl< That h«>pc is veiled in dim surprise; h day unfolding from aboi Some new, sweet mystery of Thy love, 120 The Opening Year. What if my vision could command The prospects of the opening land ; Would then my soul so closely cling To Thee, my Father and my King? Better my hand be still in Thine, Be lost my will in will divine ; Where can a child so safe abide As pressing to a Father's side? Then, first and last, my God, my King, The opening year Thy praise shall sing ; And each succeeding day shall be A fresh memorial, Lord, to Thee. MY SOUL LOOKS FORWARD TO THE HILLS. Y soul looks forward to the hills, From whence my health and strength are given ; And as the rising vision fills, I rise into a present heaven. The gulf of days or years between, Lies dark and low beneath my feet; I look across the murky scene, And lu ! to faith the margins meet. The world above and world below Are not divided by our years, Hut only severed as we throw The line between of guilty f 122 My Soul looks forward to the Hills. Life is not measured by its length, But by the quality of life, And by the God-imparted strength That always conquers in the strife. The old is buried in the new ; The new perennial as its spring, As clear as truth, as fresh as dew, Proclaims the praises of her King. The New Year dawns, the year of grace, I answer with undaunted brow; And smiling meet her face to face, For love and duty ready now. A SILVER-WEDDING SONG. SOXG of the olden time, A song of the long ago ; And the bells are ringing a silver)' chime As over the years they go. A priest at the altar stands A youth and maiden before, So tremblingly, trustingly joining their hands For weal or woe evermore. The years flow on in their course, (Oh the swiftly flowing years I ) And the measure is given for better or worse, For the sunshine and the tear-. 124 A Silver-Wedding Song. For life has no charmed sail That may bribe the wind and tide, And only the heart of the brave may prevail Where the fiercest currents glide. Yet on through wind and sea, And on through the cloudy night, We have ploughed our way, and our prow to-day Is toward the land of light. We may have no silver sheen For our silver-wedding day; And the only crown that may crown us, Queen ! Are our locks of silver gray. Yet the tide flows onward still, And our bark is gliding sure ; For our love is true and our trust is new As the day when we left the shore. A Silver -Weddin 1 15 And life has Dot all been vain, Nor without their fruit the years; The losses have ever been less than the gain, And the smiling more than tears. And our name has taken wing, And among the angel throng It is joyfully heard by the mighty King As he bends o'er Mamie's song. And over the sea to-day Our noble son in his pride Stands, helm in hand, at the word of command To launch his bark with his bride. And for the rest, — one, two, three Olive boughs over the wall, — Can the home be poor, or be lone the door, Where such green branches fall? 126 A Silver-Wedding Song. Then let us keep heart, dear wife ! And sing if we cannot feast ; Abundance of love is abundance of life, And most may be in the least. We stood at the altar once, Let us stand there once again ; " For better, for worse," as we make response, Let it be the old refrain. We have crossed ttfe silvery bar; Who knoweth what lies before? It is a long way yet to the golden star, — Perhaps not to the golden shore ! So let us keep close, good wife, Through calm or stormy weather ; For nothing can part either hand or heart Whom God hath joined together. A BRIDAL MEMORY. | HOSE marriage bells, how soft and slow The lingering echoes seem ; So long ago, so faint and low, Like murmurs of a dream. Vet hark again ! on fancy's ears Comes up the old refrain ; We leap the intervening years, And love is young again. And there we stand, while hand in hand The benediction falls ; The words arc said, and we are wed, And life to duty calls. i28 A Bridal Memory. September's sun in glory set, The twilight all aglow, As bride and bridegroom joyful met The call of long ago. The intervening years are gone, The busy, crowded train ; But hand in hand we still are one For sunshine or for rain. September's glory crowns the year, As crowned that joyful day : They say we're not so young, my dear. Not quite so fresh as May ! Or is it that the sward has lost Its springy tread of old ; Or that the mists of northern coast Have dimmed the burnished gold? Nay, not without are changes found ; We cannot cheat the truth; There is no life elixir found To bribe perpetual youth. A Bridal Memory. 129 •• Day unto day, and night to night/ 1 The endless song is sung: Maybe they learn, who sing it right, The art of growing young. Who meet the future day by day, With earnest hearts and true, Consult not milestones on the way, But good that they may do. The marriage bells, how soft and low Their lingering echoes seem; So long ago, — so faint, and slow, Like memories of a dream ! Vet hark again ! on fancy's ears Comes up the old refrain ; We leap the intervening years, And love grows young again. THEY SAY I'M THIRTY-FIVE. 1 HIS is my birthday, lack-a-day ! As sure as I 'm alive ! And would you know my length of way ? They say I 'm thirty-five ! I reckon too they 're partly right, Though it is hard to see How one with youthful heart so light, So very old can be. " So very old " ! why, how you talk ! I am no older now Than when in girlhood's heedless path, With sunshine on my brow. 1 To M. B. on her birthday. They Say Vm Tbirty-ftoe. iji I 'm sure I 'm blooming just as fast As when the rosy blush In varying depth of crimson hue My maiden cheek would flush. Tis true the bloom is not so red As bloom of former day; The almond's springing up instead, And scattering silver spray. And surely silver veins are more Than rose-leaves' fading hue, — Why, gold to-day is fifty-four, And silver fifty-two. See how they shine, my hairs of gray, Just one, two, three or so; Just like the flowers of early May, Or maybe — early snow. Well, let it fall; it falls so light, The snow of pas irs ; And falling once, it lies so bright, And never melts in tear-. 132 They Say I'm Thirty-five. This is my birthday, lack-a-day ! As sure as I 'm alive ! And would you know how old I am? They say I 'm thirty-five. MEMORIAL AND OTHER VERSES. FADING FLOWERS. HE young, the loved, the beau- tiful, Why must they pass away? Why must the flowers we love so well The earliest decay? Why must the gentle and the good Retrace their steps so soon? Why must the morning-glory hide Before the midday sun? Why must the balmy breath of spring The ruder breast elate With 1) LUghing health, but bring Death to the delicate? 136 Fading Flowers. Why must the loud winds' revel wild Add freshness to the cheek, And strength of limb to mountain child, But blanch the fair and meek? The gentle, fair, and delicate, We love to have them so ; And yet for that we love them most They are the first to go ! Exotics of a fairer clime, They seek their native bed ; Too tender for a soil so hard As earth for them has spread. Opening sweetly, gentle flowers ! They catch the Masters eye ; And He, to bloom in heavenly bowers, Transplants them to the sky. The young, the loved, the beautiful, They early pass away, Because they cannot bloom and shine Where death's chill breezes play. Fading Flow 137 O gentle Father! Master good ! Help us to love and lose, — To trust Thee, when not understood; To acquiesce, not choose ! DEATH IS SO STRANGE. THOU that countest not our days, Nor measurest life by length of years, Forgive our erring human ways If feeble trust is choked in tears. We bow before Thy just decree ; We can but bow for very grief: We know Thee good, but cannot see How ill can bring the heart relief. We cannot see the good from ill ; We cannot count the gain for loss ; And oh, forgive, if'Thy sweet will Becomes to us our heaviest cross. Death is so Strange, \ 39 strange, we never grow Familiar with his silent tread; Oft as h . we never know The meaning to be written — dead ! We only know that one has gone, And comes not back for love or hate; And so we gather close, and mourn An absence that makes desolate. Death is so strange ! and yet with them Is no more death, nor grief, nor pain ; r aught that marred life's fitful dream Can reach or trouble them again. Oh for that touch of Thine, dear Lord ! That gives the light to sight! Oh for that knowledge of Thy word Before which doubt or darkness fl We lift our bleeding hearts to Thee, And, weeping, still would say, Amen ! What now we know not, we shall ,;id we can wait till tfa MAKE ROOM, YE ANGEL THRONG ! AKE room, ye angel throng ! A servant at the gates, A child of sunshine and of song The Master's call awaits. No alien from the throne, No stranger to your King; A veteran with his armor on : Let heaven with praises ring. Laden with goodly spoil, No lingering on the way; Fresh from the conflict and the toil, He comes to endless day. Make Room, ye Angel Throng! 141 Strike high your glad refrain ! You cannot strike a note, Xor .sweep upon your harps a strain Which he remembers not. Speak in your native tongue, Your speech will not surprise; For long his cultured soul has known The language of the skies. Who, faithful unto death, Obedient lays him down, But changes, at his parting breath, His armor for his crown. Then take him to your trust, The faithful and the tried: The ways of God are right and just ; Let man be satisfied. FIVE WATCHMEN FROM THE WALLS. IVE watchmen from the walls, Five workmen from the field, Five warriors at the trumpet's call, In death, obedient yield. No murmur seals their breath, No dark, desponding word ; But through the sounding courts of death They triumph in their Lord. Brush back the falling tear, Beat down the heaving sigh; List ! as they fall, what words of cheer: " Press on to victory ! " Watchmen from the Walls. 143 • up the ranks, ye hosts ! With quicker, firmer tread, Since these the stormy waves have cro- In safety with their Head. We cro from strength to strength, Each at his Master's will, But every one appears at length With Him on Zion's hill: At morn or noon or eve, No matter which or where, So but the word the Master gives, — His glory crowns us there ! IN MAMIE'S MEMORY. 1 jjE had a little pet, so bright and passing fair, To our devoted hearts so like a thing of air; We did not speak of her as of other earthly things, But called her " Little Angel, — our angel without wings." She danced about our hearthstone, she dandled on our knee, Prattling from morn till night, brimful of childish glee : Her smile might be to others as other smiling things, But to us 'twas as an angel's smile,— "our angel without wings." /// Mamie's Memory. 145 There might not, to others, be wisdom ill her words, Xor music in her voice, like the music of the birds ; But to us that harp had tones unreached by other strings, — Twas our sweet angel harping, — "our angel without wings." We did not know the sound, but won- dered at the power Which struck the chords so deep in childhood's early hour; We clasped her to our bosom, with feai which fondness brings, And called her Angel baby, " our angel without wings." " Mamie get her wings, papa," the angel said, one day ; 11 Mamie be an angel, if pa] iray ! " 10 146 In Mamie's Memory. We clasped her to our bosom, as love in danger clings, " O God ! " we cried, " preserve Thou our angel without wings." Trustfully we left her, w r ith kisses to beguile, The bodings of our yearning hearts admonishing the while, As of careless hands unbidden, stirring secret springs ; So, tremblingly, we left her, — "our angel without wings." Brightly as the sun shone, more brightly still she smiled ; Happy was the livelong day, happier the child ; Now weary with her gambols, ' still cheerily she sings, " I want to be an angel," — "our angel without wings." /;/ Mamie's Memory* 1 1 7 Gentle spirits listen to songs of heaven on earth ; Gentle spirits came down to give her spirit birth ; So out upon the noonday her mortal robes she flings, And Mamie is an angel, — our angel, now, with wings. HEAVEN AND EARTH, HOW WIDE APART. fEAVEN and earth, how wide apart, And yet how close their gates ; For all that links them is the heart, And all that separates. There come among us angel forms ; We know not till they go How much of Heaven is lost with them How much is left below. Their presence kindled in our hearts A fire that cannot die; Their absence to that fire imparts Fiercer intensity. d Eartb $ bow Wide Apart. 149 They came, they went; we follow on Where they have led the way ; And we shall pass, as they have done, Th [ates of day. So let us weep, but weeping, keep The prize which love has given: What we are called to lose on earth We find a^ain in heaven. A BURNING AND A SHINING LIGHT. BURNING and a shining light, A living record, known and read; Though seeming quenched in mortal night, A holy life is never dead. Elijah mounts his car of fire, But drops his mantle on his son; And martyrs from the funeral pyre Shout from the flames the victory won. Thick darkness fell upon the day Christ yielded up the ghost, and died ; But laughter turned to wild dismay As rose again the Crucified. A Burning and a Shining Light 151 So, living in her holy deeds, living in our loving thought, Our sister rises from the weeds That weeping hands have round her w rought Her living faith, her burning words, Her pure desire, untouched by shame, 1 ler love tor souls, which, like her Lord's, Consumed itself in deathless flame, — These all are ours; and ours to weep, Hut not as those whose hopes decay: We come with tears and smiles to keep A burial and a bridal day. THE EMPTY ROOMS. 1 [TTTLE Lulu came and went ; Came, and brought us smiles for tears ; Came when sorrow lowly bent O'er the grave of infant years. Came, and opened in our hearts A room which none unlocked before, Occupied it all alone, Would not open Eddie's door. Little Eddie, as he passed, Shut the door and turned the key; And it standeth ever fast : Little Lulu let it be. 1 In memory of a friend's second child; both children died in 1861. The Empty Rooms. 153 Little Lulu stayed awhile, Strewed sweet rosebuds on the floor, Answered some one with a smile, Then went out and shut her door. Some one called, and Lulu rose; Was it little Eddie's hand, As we saw the shutter close, Beckoning to the better land? So they came, and so they went, — Made us rich, but left us poor; But the riches from us rent Open wider heaven's door. Xow two rooms are vacant here, None may enter either door. Love and Hope are wardens there, Keeping vigil evermore. PHILIP EMBURY. 1 [OD of our fathers, here we raise A monument of grateful praise, To bear his name who early bore The gospel message to our shore. No priestly fingers pressed his head, Nor written parchments bade him speed ; But from the throne of God there came Upon his breast a hallowed flame. The will of God his sole desire, The souls of men his only hire, He sought his ministry to prove By deeds of all-constraining love. 1 At the unveiling of a monument to Philip Embury at Cambridge, Mass., 1873. Philip Embury. 155 And lo ! to-day a countless throng Bear to the winds their joyful song; And while they march the paths he trod, They bless the name of Embury's God. REST AWHILE. 1 USY toiler, hark! the Master Bids thee come and rest awhile ; Eager feet will run the faster That have felt His cheering smile: Let His presence Every weary thought beguile. Lo, the desert, like a garden, Buds and blooms with fruit and flower, While the song-birds watch and warden Keep through all the joyful hour; And the heavens Show the Father's love and power. 1 At a meeting of City Missionaries at Forest House, near London, 1S77. Rest Awhile. 157 the day to f< ast and singing, Give your !. Till through all the welkin ringing >e and swell your roundelays: Who is joyful, If not he who works and prays? Then away to love and duty, Where the weary waste of life Crushes everything of beauty In the race of sin and strife: Full of pity, Give them more, abundant life. Strength to-day for toil to-mori So the Master bids you Gaining health for healing son Gathering scud that you may Toil <>r pleasure, Only Him on earth to kn 153 Rest Awhile. So at length, when, labor ended, Dawns the long unbroken rest, Shall the friendless and befriended Nestle close in Jesus' breast: As at even Seeks the weary bird its nest. LEAVES FROM AN OLD LOCUST- TREE. HEY are leaves from the bough of the old locust-tree, From the tree by the porch where the old door swung, — The door of the homestead that opened to me, And first with my laughter and merri- ment rung. They are faded, you say, and seared in the book That presses them fondly as treasures untold ; Ah, no ! not to me has the freshness forsook, Nor dimness come over the finest of gold. 1 60 Leaves from an old Locust-tree. They lift the dark veil that falls over the past, And bring up anew the departed and lost, For memory has written in colors that last Every step that in childhood my dancing feet crossed. I hear them, I see them, — loved voices and forms, Every room in the house as it used to be then, Ere the blight had come down, and the storm of all storms Had laid low the strongest and noblest of men. Ah me ! what a blight, as the silence of night Came down on my soul, and I knew the first pain, from an old Locust-tree. As I crossed the broad sill and looked out with the fright Of a fatherless child and a desolate brain. Do you chide me for weeping afresh I see These fading reminders of days that are gone? There 's healing, they say, in the tears that flow free ; Then chide not their falling, but let them rain on. The world cannot be what it once was iin, But I would ■ i even that which is 1 r I hold that a picture must cvei remain, Where truth was the artist, and love was the a 1 62 Leaves from an old Locust-tree. I hold it, this branch of the old locust- tree, As a friend holds the hand of a friend in his need. 'T is useless to say what its leaves are to me, What meaning have words but to those who can read? There are signs which none can inter- pret but love, There are seals which no man can open but he Whose own hand the mystery skilfully wove, And alone knows the number that turneth the key. So let me alone in my grief, if you please, For grief has its pleasure which noth- ing else gives, from an old Locust -tree. 163 And loss maketh lasting possession of these, And evergreen joy in my poor faded leaves. THE BANNER OF THE KING. IjgfiMHROW your banner " In His Name," Out upon the New Year's wing; Far and wide your Lord proclaim, Sons and daughters of the King. Bear your heads erect, and meet The rising day with open hand ; Kind of speech and swift of feet, Scatter sunshine o'er the land. Yours the broken heart to heal, Yours the load of grief to share; Who their neighbor's woe can feel, Find their mission anywhere. of the King. 165 Yours the wayward heart to win, Yours the outcast to reclaim; Yours to lift the child of sin From the burden of her shame. Pure of heart and clean of thought, — Life without and life within, — Like a garment richly wrought, Fit for angels or for men. Royalty in royal love, Royalty in loving deed ; Show your lineage from above, In the broadness of your creed. Catch the music of your song From the theme the angels sing: Fainter notes than they prolong Are unworthy of your King. air the hope you raise; as light the truth you hold; Christ's the everlasting praise, One the flock, within one fold. 1 66 The Banner of the King. Bow the knee, exalt the Son ! Wrong and hate before Him fall; Let His will on earth be done, God and Father over all ! Sons and daughters of the King, In the spirit of His word, Joyful on the New Year's wing Throw the banner of your Lord.